Betty and the Blue Hour were gone with the wind, back to the sea, to Atlantis, chewing the moon. Diving through my memory, looking for soulmates, relaxing and having fun with other mermaids, like dolphins. Lifting the veil for moments, for pictures. Of where we come from. The Big Blue. Cool film, by the way. … Continue reading

Betty Blue

On my way home from the French Riviera, it was getting dark, nothing left than one roll in my old Mamiya camera, when I saw her, turning wheels, wearing a blue bathrobe and white skin. In the blue hour, between light and dark – 15 colorfull shots for eternity. With Betty.

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